[Note - this durarara omake is cracky, has no relevance to the plot, and is actually pretty terrible (in my very objective unbiased third person point of view), so please feel free to skip to the next chapter. If you don't mind the above points, feel free to proceed.]


May 3, 2004

2 years, 6 months, 20 days prior to Incident


Sakura was plagued by a strange craving. Was there such thing as watermelon sushi?

Because she hungered for it. Badly.

Maybe Kanra-san would know. That girl was a veritable fountain of information.


Hananana has entered the chat.

Hananana: Kanra-san, are you there?

Kanra: Hai hai~ Kanra-chan here!

Kanra: Hana-chan, long time no talk (*^_^*)

Hananana: But it's only been a week?

Kanra: I missed you though~ wwww

Hananana: (:

Hananana: I just wanted to ask, do you know anywhere that sells watermelon sushi?

Kanra: Ehhh? ( O_o )

Kanra: Watermelon sushi? ( ?_? )

Hananana: Yeah, I know it's strange

Hananana: But I'm suuuper craving it!

Kanra: Weeelll... Russia Sushi might

Kanra: They have a loooot of weird sushis there

Kanra: And you can ask Dennis-san for custom made! :3

Hananana: Russia Sushi?

Hananana: Where's that?

Kanra: It's in Ikebukuro ;P

Hananana: Ah, that's not that far, that's good.

Kanra: I'll be in Ikebukuro today~! Maybe we can meet up? :D

Hananana: Sure, if you want

Hananana: I'll be there at around 2

Hananana: The only person buying watermelon sushi wwwwww

Kanra: Hai hai!

Kanra: I will be on the look out for hana-chan~

Hananana: I'll look for you too, then

Hananana: What's your hair colour?

Kanra: Kanra-chan's hair is black!

Hananana: Too common! ( x_x )

Hananana: You'll have to find me I guess

Kanra: No problem~!

Hananana: See you later, Kanra-san

Kanra: Bye-byesies~

Kanra: Ah, and look out for the flying vending machines!

Hananana: What?

Hananana: Flying vending machines?

Kanra has left the chat.

Hananana: Kanra-san?

Hananana: Kanra-san!

Hananana: Ah, sheesh.

Hananana has left the chat.


Russia Sushi... Russia Sushi... Ah!

"Russia Sushi! Delicious! Cheap! Have sushi now!"

Sakura walked up to the large man with bad Japanese.

"Do you happen to have watermelon sushi?"

"Watermelon? Yes! All sushi at Russia Sushi! Sushi is good!"

"Oh, good. Thank you." Sakura made her way into the store and placed herself in one of the stools.

Maybe Kanra-san was already here?

She looked around, but surprisingly the only black haired people she could see was a group in one of the separate rooms and a guy seated a few stools away from her, eating otoro. He wore a long red shirt under an unbuttoned black school jacket, and, though he had a sharp, charming face, Sakura was even more charmed by the glistening fatty tuna held between his chopsticks.

"What can I get you?"

"Ah, are you Dennis-san? Can I please have one of your watermelon sushis and four otoro sashimi?"

"One dynamic watermelon roll and four otoro sashimi coming right up!"

From the corner of her eye, Sakura could see otoro-boy staring at her from the corner of his eyes.

Could he be Kanra-san?

No. No way, Kanra was a girl.

But then again, Kanra-san had never actually mentioned 'her' gender... and it wasn't Sakura's business to judge whether or not someone wanted to act like a girl online.

If he was Kanra, why wasn't he approaching her? Maybe he was embarrassed?

Their eyes met.

No, not embarrassed in the least. He looked too focused, too... smug.

(It was as if she was a new species of insect under his magnifying glass, as if a single twist of his pale wrist would bring her to a burning demise.)

Well, one way to find out.

She slid off of her stool and plopped herself on the one beside otoro-boy.

"Are you Kanra-san?"

He blinked at her.

"Aw, I was already found out. That's no fun, Hana-chan!"

"So I was right. I'm Sakura. What's your name?"

"Haaah, that's so boring. I don't want to tell you."

"Your choice," she shrugged. Her order was placed in front of her. "Ah, thank you."

She didn't flinch at his unblinking stare, too used to being stared at by creeps. Sakura stuck a single piece of the watermelon roll in her mouth and sat up in surprise. "Oh, wow, this is actually good."

"Really?" Kanra asked with mock-eagerness, his chin in his palm.

"Yeah. Do you want some, Kanra-san?"

"Izaya."

"What?"

"My name."

"... Nice to meet you. Izaya-san."


An hour later, Sakura found herself exiting Sunshine 60 with a watermelon crêpe in one hand and Izaya's orange peel ice cream in the other.

"Your powers of manipulation are dangerous," she told Izaya, who was happily smirking as he strolled along in front of her.

"Ah, flattery will get you everywhere, Kurarin!"

Sakura rolled her eyes at him. "You're so full of it - "

She was interrupted by a voice filled with such enmity that anyone with a weaker constitution would break out in gooseflesh.

"Izaya."

Izaya grinned with malicious glee.

"Oh no, the mindless beast has found me~!"

"Shut up!" someone roared; Sakura couldn't see their face due to the dumpster flying in her direction.

Izaya snatched up his ice cream and deftly removed himself from his position in front of her, leaving her to receive the full brunt of the force. Her free hand automatically shot out to catch the flying object, but it was the work of less than a millisecond for her to realise that no normal person would be able to hold a 350 kilogram dumpster with both hands, let alone one, no matter how strained it was. She quickly shifted the trajectory of her strength so that she could use the momentum of the waste container as a springboard to vault out of the way, instead.

As she straightened from her crouched landing, crêpe intact, Sakura surveyed the small audience.

Did anyone notice?

From what she could tell, none of the few pedestrians had seen her faux pas…

But Izaya's cheshire grin said otherwise.

"Whatever happened to chivalry?" she asked, hoping beyond hope that the frighteningly perceptive teen hadn't caught her mistake.

"Hahahaha! You're so much more interesting than I gave you credit for, Kurarin!"

Shit. He totally had.

Izaya stalked over to her with gleaming eyes, forcing her to retreat until her back hit the Sunshine 60 building.

"You know... there's a possibility you might be my type. Maybe."

He confined her against the wall with his arms and leaned towards her, close - too close - enough that she could clearly admire the cutting intensity in his eyes, hidden by an uneven mantle of lighthearted amusement, but definitely there, always there.

Everything about this boy was razor-sharp, like the slick edge of a knife, prepared to strike at any perceived weakness in both ally and enemy. The only relationships he would be capable of fostering were deceitful at best, and loathsome at worst. This kind of person, this kind of man, wouldn't have friends or lovers. He wouldn't know how, wouldn't understand the need for such intimacy.

Sakura thought he would make an excellent shinobi.

Somehow, this reminder of home made him ever so slightly more hateful, and even more slightly attractive.

"I'll think about it," she told him, jerking the knee caught between his legs up, but there was no need; her crêpe in hand, the grinning teen was already slipping out of the way of a vending machine that was barely a foot from her face.

Smart guy.

He had made it so that it would be impossible for her to dodge the large appliance. It was too close, and coming in too fast. In this scenario, the only plausible way to stop herself from being crushed to death would be to stop the oncoming device with a clear display of raw strength (or reveal even more impossible abilities, but that was unacceptable).

Before red filled up her entire sight, Sakura caught a glimpse of Izaya's grinning face.

Also, total asshole. Sheesh.

She braced herself and held out both hands close to her body's center, and as the vending machine collided against her, it dented and created two small, hands shaped indents. The rest of the metal creased and crinkled around that point of impact, creating an uneven cage around her body as it tried to crush her against the wall. Sakura cringed at the sound of screeching steel and shattering glass but was nonetheless appreciative of the distraction from the newfound pain in her body.

Her hands screamed at their wretched abuse, her very marrow rang with the harsh impact, and her back throbbed with sharp pain from its unhappy union with the wall behind her. She was no longer used to such force, having been raised in this place of complacency instead of in a world where life and death situations were the norm.

The machine's large size was something to be grateful for though, since it meant the audience couldn't see her and would come to their own conclusions.

"Waah, Shizu-chan, you utter monster. You killed an innocent little girl~!"

"Shit!" said a deep voice. The crunching of glass under heavy steps approached her.

Feeling someone trying to lift the machine off, Sakura forcibly pushed her hand through the metal backing and hooked her fingers into the steel frame, ignoring the blood now dripping from her appendages. Her hands could file complaints later.

"What the - "

There was a brief tug-of-war of enormous strength, until the other party momentarily backed off and tried another tactic. The left corner of the destroyed machine groaned as someone pried it to the side.

A confused male with blond hair peeked through the thin gap.

"..."

"..."

"Wha - "

"Shh," she told him, holding a finger to her lips.

"But - "

"Shh."

"How - "

"Shhhh."

"..."

"..."

Sakura and the profoundly bewildered blond remained like that for a few minutes.

"Are the bystanders gone?"

"... I don't know."

"Can you check?"

He lifted his head and glared at something to his left. "The fuck are you staring at! You wanna die?!"

There were sounds of panic as people started running away. Despite herself, Sakura's lips twitched upwards in amusement.

The tall blond stuck his head back in. "Yeah, they're gone."

"Thank you."

Sakura slid her way along the wall and squeezed herself through the opening the guy had created. As she assessed her injuries with the excuse of patting herself down, she spotted Izaya striding towards her.

"Izaya-san, that was awful of you. I could have died."

"And you didn't! Isn't that great?"

"Don't think I'll forgive you that easily."

He handed her back her watermelon crêpe, which remained entirely unharmed.

"... Fine. I won't kill you."

As Izaya smirked at her, the blond guy scowled. "What?!"

"What?"

"That fucking Izaya nearly got you killed, and you don't even care?!"

"Technically, you also nearly got me killed, but I'm not attacking you for it."

A muscle in his jaw twitched. Sakura wondered if it was out of aggression or anger.

Or guilt.

"And I wasn't in much danger in the first place."

"Hah?"

"I mean, sure, I've got a few new injuries..."

This guy was much stronger than she thought humanly possible without chakra.

Her back was now colourfully decorated with deep, blooming bruises that spanned along the length of her spine, her ribs ached dangerously, several of her nails were bloodied and torn, and she'd have to take care of the hairline fractures in both of her ulnas sometime in the very very near future.

(But him feeling guilt made her feel guilty, so she thought it would be better not to bring up those details.)

"... but nothing that'll send me to the hospital. Despite how I look, I'm rather sturdy."

"Ah~ this is the best kind of birthday present! Too bad that moronic Shizu-chan is here too, or else I would have had more fun with Kurarin."

"Shut up, you goddamn flea!"

As the two boys fought, Sakura started on the confection in her hand. She hummed in delight as the thin pancake practically melted on her tongue, exploding with the crispy sweetness of her favourite fruit.

Delicious.

After she polished off the wrapping paper and healed the most conspicuous of her wounds, Sakura could see a lamp post cutting through the sky a few streets away, so she set off to say goodbye to her new acquaintances.

Halfway into her journey, Sakura felt a sudden wave of drowsiness weigh heavily against her limbs with an artificial sort of exhaustion.

Genjutsu was her first thought (that disastrous first chunin exam flashed through her mind), but of course, that was impossible.

She sent her metabolism into overdrive and scrutinized her internal functions. Some sort of rapid hypnotic drug, probably a short-acting benzodiazepine, administered to her either in powder or liquid form, more than likely liquid. A small amount, but completely undiluted; this would pack a quicker punch, without losing the strength. It was a dangerous method, however, since if you had no idea what you were doing or made even the slightest error, you could overdose the recipient and potentially kill them. She knew from experience.

After a dizzying, nauseous moment (she wanted to collapse in the middle of the street and never wake up, surely that wouldn't be so bad, to just sleep and sleep forever and ever - No, what was she saying?), Sakura managed to neutralize the threat.

When had anyone had the chance to drug her? There was Dennis-san, but she'd left Russia Sushi over an hour ago; it would have kicked in before then.

Though...

Izaya had been holding onto her crêpe for a while, hadn't he?

But why?

No, she didn't even need to waste any effort on that particular question.

He was probably trying to save her for later, when that blond guy was gone. Would he try to dissect her? Experiment on her? He didn't seem the mad scientist type, too much a grand chessmaster for that, but who knew?

"I would have had more fun," he'd said.

Should, could, would... why keep it a possibility when you could make it happen?

Fun.

What if he'd overdosed her, or she had a violent allergic reaction?

How inconsiderate.

Sakura had thought it herself earlier, that he'd looked at her and seen another pawn to ruin. Though it really couldn't be helped - and often left her with an advantage - she really hated being underestimated.

She should have known better than to not actively distrust a guy like that, Sakura thought, as she trooped over to the sounds of crashing and panic.

Finally finding the brunet on top of a large sign, she violently threw the balled up wrapper at his head, making him nearly tip over from the impact.

"I'm going home now, Izaya-san," Sakura yelled. She ignored his fleetingly disappointed expression. "And keep your drugs to yourself, jerkface!"

Sakura ducked under a swinging street lamp and waved goodbye at Shizu-chan-san, not bothering to wait for Izaya's reaction.


Fuyuno Sakura - age 14, 1st year high school

Orihara Izaya - age 17, 3rd year high school

Heiwajima Shizuo - age 18, high school graduate


AN

"www" is the Japanese equivalent of "lol", since in Japan, 'to laugh' is 'warau'.

Don't think ever Izaya does something nice without a reason. Sakura is so careless, letting him hold her thing and then just eating it.

I keep getting the feeling that her prowess as a kunoichi is weakening as she grows older. Not because of her abilities as much as her change in attitude and increasing sense of complacency.

May 3 is Izaya's birthday, so I gave him a present!

Not the best premise and not the best anything else, either. Urggg. Well that's what an omake is, I guess? Something silly and random... AHHH I HATE IT BUT I WROTE TOO MUCH TO JUST DELETE EVERYTHING.